She clicked Continue .
Curiosity overriding caution, she selected it. A new panel opened on the right side of her screen. It wasn't a history of her actions. It was a timeline of the image itself . She saw thumbnails: Li Wei on set, the raw file being imported, the first Generative Fill she’d ever done on a different project three years ago. The panel went deeper—versions of the file that had never been saved, drafts she’d deleted in a rage, even the original concept sketch the client had sent as a JPEG.
The hourglass was waiting.
She should have felt relief. Instead, she felt watched.